I believe in a god.

I can't shake the awful feeling that lies underneath everything. The feeling that no, just because you're here doesn't mean you belong somewhere.

"We've got to get better."

I said, "It's all in your head."

We could live through these letters

Or forget it all together.

See the months they don't matter.

It's the days I can't take

When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away.

I used to keep fire flies in jars, and by the time I got to them they weren't alive anymore well I'm going to let you free and into the atmosphere before your light burns out even though tonight and every other night from now on, I won't be able to see the easiest way out.